Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1887-07-02
"oLo GLORY"

TIE following poem won the ArsA prize II 500
In The Boston Pilot composition. Its author Is
Emma Frances Dawson, OF San Francisco. II Is
In the old and difficult French form OF verse
called chant royal There are but few English
chant-royals, the making Of them having been
called "a hard and thankless task" Heretofore
only ono poet has made use of this form OF verse.
In making the announcement to the author that
she had drawn the first prize, Mr.. John Boyle
o'Reilly said: II congratulate you on having
added great poem TO the permanent literature
of America Among patriotic poems It will
rank forever with anything ever written "old
Glory" b name given our flag by our soldiers
during the late war. This poem was inspired by
the following paragraph by George F. Hoar:
II have seen the giories OF art and architecture
and mountain and river; have seen the sunset
on Jungfrau, and the full moon rise over Mount
Biano; but the fairest vision on which these eyes
ever looked was the flag Of my country In foreign
land. Beautiful as flower 70 thosew who love u,
terrible ameteor to those who hate H. It Il the
symbol OF the power and glory and the honor OF
100000 Of Americans."
Enchanted webb 4 picture In the cir,
Drifted TO us from oat the distance blu
From shadovy ancestors, through whose brave
care
We 1.-Two IN magic Of dream come true
With Covenanters' blue, a. II were glassed
In devy flower heart the stars that passed
o blood yelned blossom that can never bllehfi
Tho Declaration, Ike sacred rite,
Is In each star and strips deolamstoEy,
The constitution thou shalt long recite,
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory"
o symphony In red, white, bluei--fanfare
or trumpet, roll OF drum, forever new
Reverberations OF the bell, that bear
Its tones OF Liberty the wide world through
In battle dreaded like q cyclone blast
Symbol Of land and people unsurpassed.
Thy brilliant day shall never have night.
On foreign shore no pomp so grand sight,
No face so friendly, naught consolatory
Like glimpse Of lofty spar with thee bedight,
Our haliowed. eloquent, beloved "old Glory"
Thou art the one flag: an embodied prayer,
One, highest and most perfect to review;
without one, nothingi II is hneal, square,
Has properties OF all the numbers too,
Cube, solid. square root, root Of root bcet
classed
Il for his essence tho Creator cast
For purity are thy six stripes OF white.
This number circular and endless quite
Sic times, well knows the scholar wan and hoary,
His compass spanning circle can allght-
Our hallowed, eloquent beloved "old Gloryl"
Boldly thy seven lines of scarlet flare;
AS when DER old centurion It blew
Cred Is the trumpet's tone) u means TO darei
God favored seven when creation grew;
The seven planets; seven hues contrast;
The seven metals; seven days; not last
Tho seven tones OF marvellous delight
That lend the listening soul their wings for
Aght;
But why complete the happy category
That gives thy thirteen stripes their charm and
might,
Our hAlowed. eloquent, beloved ''Old Gloryr
In thy dear colors, honored everywhere,
1'he great and mystic ternion we view:
Faith, Hope and Charity are numbered therc
And the three nails the Cruiixion knew.
Three ore offended when one has trespasscd,
God. and ones neighbour and ones self aghast;
Christs deity and soul and manhoods height;
The Father, Son and Ghost may here unite.
With texts like these, divlneiy monitory.
What wonder that thou conquerest In fight
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved ''old GlorYi'